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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels across country in my mobile billboard truck as I attempt to engage in dialogue with people in hopes to wake us up and inspire action to change our country and communities and selves. And it is froth with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society and life we want

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Breasts like mine!

I'm so delighted! One of the BEST things about Senegal thus far - and there are many - is that many, many womyn have breasts like mine!

And no one stares at my breasts, my body!

The other thing is that the womyn in Senegal are so incredibly beautiful! Their molten dark chocolate skin shimmers as they stride without the assistance of Hollywood or 5th avenue, and contrasts strikingly with their brilliantly colored and designed Kente cloth that flows majestically and magically around their bodies, shoulders, head.

Pink Lake

Today we head out of Dakar and into the country, battling 2 lanes of heavy traffic (still madly driven by Bouba, still without the use of any signals...).

We are going three places: 1) a plot of land in the country that Bah owns and wants to convert into a bed and breakfast; 2) the Pink Lake - a mineral & salt lake that is supposed to have healing qualities; and 3) the organic farm that Bah's brother-in-law farms, growing Mangoes, tomatoes, many other fruits and vegetables; cows & milk, chickens, donkeys, horses - you name it, we are to witness it!

Even though it is hot and one of the Jeep windows doesn't open, we are still cool enough (at least I am in the front seat) - and cooler in the country then in Dakar.

We pass areas there are obviously where a blanket of various pieces of plastic litters the ground. Bah, who works for the Senegalese government, tells us plastic was introduced to Senegal about 5 years ago - previous to that, you did not see these dumps that are full of plastic.

You didn't see dumps period for two major reasons: 1) people re-use EVERYTHING here, as they do in all non-capitalist countries; and 2) goats eat the garbage that is not useable.

But goats don't eat plastic, at least not intentionally I'm sure. There are no land-fills here, altho the land stretches out seemingly 'unused' by humans for miles.

Jasi does really good traveling for so many hours, in and out of the jeep. He hates the Pink Lake but Tessie loves it and spends quite a bit of time floating around & collecting water for later.

We load up with mangoes from the brother-in-law's wonderful huge farm, after a huge tour which exposes us to many crops, horse-drawn carts, cows & flies and ends back at the clump of buildings which include a hotel-like building that is empty but has several rooms for over-night guests.

Bah's brother-in-law is not there but he calls and invites us to spend the night. We risk hurting his feelings & don't stay this time, but assure him we will return & stay.

We return to Dakar in time to break the Ramadan fast (not us but our friends), eat dinner, and relax on the flat roofs under a brilliant & cool starry night.

About Me

i'm now a 67, almost 68 (who am I kidding almost fuckin 70!!!) yr old (still with a golden age pass to get into national parks FREE) jewish lesbian anti-racist mother - and grandmother - striving radical womonist/feminist; daughter & granddaughter of survivors of the holocaust, mother of a young amazon healer & amazing human being, lover of wimmin & student of conscious living............even tho i am the one actually driving the truck, i could not even head out from home if it were not for the support of many, many, many wimmin (and several men as well). i am now working on trying to publish my book "But What Can I Do? A Handbook for change: myself, my community, my country. I still continue to offer Racism Awareness workshops geared for White people, NO DRONES workshops, and any other that is needed. if you want to help support this journey, email me!